Cross slowly woke up, feeling like crap, everything hurt…

They slowly pushed themselves, trying to sit up, to see where they were, only to yelp as their arms spasmed, causing them to do a faceplant. "Oww…"

"You okay little bruh?"

They looked up, to see a Sans, with purple eyelights, that was looking at them. There was a scar that but through one of his eyesockets, and he was wearing a strange coat.

Cross had never seen a Sans like them before, they didn't recognise them… This meant that what AU that this Sans came from, possibly didn't exist in their old Multiverse…

Thinking about their old Multiverse, made Cross whimper, everything, and everyone, that they knew, and loved, were far out of their reach now…

"Hey little bruh, what's wrong?" The Sans asked them, gently picking them up, and carrying them towards a wardrobe. "Do you want to talk about it, while I look for some clothes for you to wear?"

Cross shook their skull, they didn't want to talk right now, they just wanted time to grieve, and get their thoughts in order, before they decided what they wanted to do now...

"Alright then! Let's see what we have here!" The Sans smiled, as he started to dig through the clothes in the wardrobe, with one hand. "Aha!"

Cross stared, as the Sans pulled out an oversized jumper, with black stripes, and a pair of brown shorts. "These should do,  until we can get you some proper clothes."

They blinked, before a strange sound left their mouth, when the Sans gently rubbed the top of their skull.

"Aww... Was that your first chirp?" The Sans chuckled, before he put them down. "Let's get that ratty hospital gown off of you bruh, that must be uncomfortable..."

They nodded their skull, before they followed the Sans into a bathroom, where they were able to get clean, and change into the clothes that the Sans had given to him...

They were wrapping their hooded scarf around their shoulders, when someone barged into the bathroom. "Epic, we have to run, now! Ink knows about the kid!"

Cross stared at the newcomer, it was them... Adult them...

And the new Sans, Epic, had gone pale. "No..."

The older Cross quickly scooped Epic up, who then picked them up, holding them close to him, and wrapping his coat around them, to hide them...

Cross was confused, what was going on here?

Epic gently rubbed the top of their skull, causing them to chirp again, and he cooed at the confused look on their face. "Are you confused, little bruh?"

Cross was about to answer, when the older them spoke up, while he was running, with them in his arms. "Little bruh? Epic..."

"They look like a little version of you bruh." Epic smiled, chuckling. "They have your clueless face."

The older Cross then took a closer look at the Babybones that Epic was carrying, and he chuckled. "Epic... That is me, but as a Babybones, the scale markings, and the bone blemishes are new, but it's still me."

"Really?" Epic asked, taking a closer look at the little skeleton that he was carrying... The older Cross was right, it really was a younger version of him.

"Heh, you were so cute when you were a Babybones... Do you think..."

"No... It won't work... They're too different for us to pull that off..."

"Damn it!" Epic hissed.

"What's going on here?" They eventually asked the adult Skeletons. "Why are we running?"

"It's a long story kid... A very long story..."

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So, here we are, in little Runaway's wondering times, and we're starting their travels with them meeting an Epic for the first time, a Sans that didn't exist in their old Multiverse, how is this going to end?